Max is in her last year of highschool but for gym class there's a new teacher, Miss Lovato is her name. Max is the class clown and that's how she likes it, but the gym teacher doesn't think Max is too funny. One day when gym class is going on Max gets a detention that makes her behave more. But its only thanks to Miss Lovato being very strict.... [possibly triggering for some, precede at your own risk]

I love living. I love the music filling my ears I love the scent of flowers from outside I love the feeling of grass between my toes I love tasting the San Fran culture I love all of it. I just wish I could see it. Natalie is down a sense everyone else has. Sight. Her entire world was always black. Any beautiful scenery, a void of nothingness. Demi, the international, platinum-selling artist, sees what's under the skin. She sees Natalie's unique personality. Demi shows Natalie life is a beautiful thing, despite Nat never seeing it occur with her own eyes. This is the beginning of their story.. "you don't need sight to have vision. But rather You need vision to truly see what meets the eye."- Natalie Foster Natalie x Demi (currently being revamped)

Demi seems to have it all together, but overcoming addiction is harder than she thought. When Demi gives up her daughter, the young girl needs to learn how to fight for herself. Maybe it's for the best or maybe it's not. When they reunite, will Demi realize just how important her family is to her?

A girl named "Annabelle" is at a Little's Auction in Dallas, Texas. Demi has a secret no one knows. Read to find out what it is (obvious title I know but just read it). This is a slow work story. I think imma try to work on it.

A girl who so badly hates her parents fame soon comes into contact with someone a little lower profile to her parents, having met her at a night club the previous weekend, will the girl be impressed when Demi Lovato tries to win her heart over.

Even though I know what's wrong How could I be so sure If you never say what you feel, feel I must have held your hand so tight You didn't have the will to fight I guess you needed more time to heal Baby, I just ran out of band-aids I don't even know where to start 'Cause you can bandage the damage You never really can fix a heart. Last chapter and Epilogue is out of order, deeply sorry for the inconvenience, Wattpad glitched and I can't fix.

Olivia lives a simple life. She's eighteen this year and is about to enter her last year of high school which, of course, she's looking forward too. One thing she isn't looking forward to however is Maths. She was content in dropping the subject all together for senior year but both her parents insisted that she take the highest course to 'keep doors open for her future'. Even worse is the fact that she knows all the math teachers already and they sure as hell don't get along with her at all. What will the year ahead hold for Olivia?

Brynn is a 14 year old girl who lives with her father. Her father has a big name in the music industry as one of the best manegers. Demi Lovato just left her recent maneger for James (Brynn her father). The two soon catch feelings for each other and Brynn is forced to live with her new stepmother Demi.

He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

"For the world, you are someone, but for me, you are the world." Isn't it just peculiar how your family for example, makes you go with your "mom," even though she never really wanted you in the first place? Demi, (well I mean "mom" since grandma likes to aggervate my soul by calling her "mom") is now who I got to live with for the whole fucking summer. I just hate her. But, as usual, grandma says I can't blame her. She was 17 when mom had me. Especially, since she was doing "bad things" as grandma would put it. But, I know what she meant by that. Drugs. Alcohol. Cutting. Purging. But, she ended up going to rehab. When she came back, she has been teen's "inspiration." They love my mom. My mom loves her Lovatics (that's what they're called, which in complete honesty is a cool word) back. But, she never loved her own daughter the same way she loved them. I'm Stella Lovato, and welcome to my nightmare.